noises..

this noise takes me
no where..
no thoughts intrude
no person enters
no wishes, though left
where are the birds?
are these beasts only left?
making noises
left with no choices
what are they for?
have they no work?
no mission, no love
suffering?
are they not?
wearing masks they bark
results unaware
daring not a task
noises are only left
to exist
to persist
nothing left
dawn comes and goes
this darkness persists
with all its depths..