Loneliness in the train-2

It was loneliness on the road
Where the cliff with the heaven shares.
I was traveling far abroad
Through the airports, highways, squares.

Better slowly than incorrect,
Better later than nevermore
For I lose and I can't protect
Everything that I had before.

Many places to overcrowd
One of most disgusting losses.
Foggy heaven as a background
To the hundreds of marble crosses.

No memories' dirty stains,
No cure for the deepest wounds.
We don't know what it contains,
Weren't staring at fountains
And at stone ancient ruins' rounds.

It was Italy summer trip,
A collection of paradises.
Drinking them and with every sip
Understanding sun no more rises.

It was summer or maybe spring
Too uneasy to make conclusion.
It was such an unusual thing
Leaving painful but sweet delusion.

It was loneliness face to face,
It was loneliness under pressure.
Leaving too much of empty space
No limits to find the treasure.

How I wished it will once repeat,
But without this old repentance!
No dying under the heat,
No boredom in every sentence.

With a hand to forever hold,
And without that old ignorance.
And without that inner cold
Under skies of the blooming Florence.

And I will never find a cure
To mysterious soul illness.
It is loneliness deep and pure
Although I am becoming feelless.

It's a feeling I love and hate,
It is loneliness everlasting.
These are days not to have a date,
And society I'm never trusting.

I will ride to the nearest land,
Very soon I will be back home.
We will never walk hand in hand
Under darkening sky of Rome.

I'm exhausted and if I may
I will finish my endless story.
It is still an eternal way
To the hell from the purgatory.