The Laughing

I'm in a room with many.

Actually, a few not many.

Silenced fills the room.

Except for the clicks of computers

And sweeps of the broom.

There is one.

One amongst us.

Who sounds large like a bus.

His laugh fills the room.

The laugh tortures us all.

All through the room and

Even down the hall.

His laugh continues until

he can't take it any longer.

The one that fills the room.

If he continues,

someone might face their doom.

Author's Note

A man wouldn't stop laughing in my internship and he started coughing and choking. His doom.