Laughter . . .
   the sound of children at play,
      they carry on . . .
          and on . . .
            until . . .
               of them gets hurt;
                  feelings
                     from deep inside.
                        pour out and
                           only increase the pain.

Laughter,
   the sound echos from the dark corners
      as grown men have their fun too:
          but their laughter never gives in to
              pain or tears
                  grown men don't cry,
                      so neither do I?

Laughter,
   like a child,
      I laugh and I cry,
          I cannot hide from myself.
              I let the pain escape.
                  then I can laugh again.