placeless but far

I escaped, almost ran away,
with the bad taste of angry words
in the silliest moment of the afternoon.

I chose the silent, dark carriage.
No interest in the landscape today.
Looked eerily alien, tho'.
Guess I am getting old and
even more afraid.

The simplest commentary is a well,
dark and bottomless.
No colors.

Now I miss the familiar noises.
The little voices.
The purposelessness of it all reveals
in all its unguarded rudeness at this time.

The knowledge of the fact
I am not trying hard enough.
It's probably never enough.
That was the much-touted tree.

By this day, it finally stopped raining.
But I don't know if I actually had it better then,
when deluge hid things.

Best regards.