Enough Already

A haze of brown glass
muffles the mountains as they pass
from view.

I don't smell or hear
for I am in and they are there
outside.

Lining the track's edge
letting it fall over the ledge,
dark, rank.

Not caring, yet seen;
genitals hanging out, unclean,
these men.

Don't tell me, don't say,
save the tale for another day,
alright?

There's too much on me,
crushing faith, feelings, can't you see,
it weighs.

Your pain and your life,
one more in the story of strife,
would ache.

So, I'll stay here still;
you, me, and the wall windowsill,
cut off.