Smorgasbord

Winding through the halls of eternity
it comes from beneath,
stalking the feet that tread
in panicked silence and a quick gait.
Teeth gnash with the thought of death
and the sweet panic
that comes with patience
and deterimination to succeed at all costs.
It hears the silent cries above it,
and it rejoices then,
for in its passing they quake
and shake, pleading for a mercy long lost.

Laugh it off.

I laugh all the time,
because I must,
else the thoughts crush my brain.
I chuckle and I snerk,
so often to myself,
from the many jokes
milling in my head.
But who is there,
in those many times,
to learn the frequent thoughts,
that clutter up my mind?
I have no one,
to share my fun,
to laugh and joke and care.
So many jokes,
so often smiles,
just there to hide,
the emptiness I feel inside.