In this frozen day,
A reminder of what once was,
penetrates like deathly glares and stormy eyes,
For one small reason this treason,
is not a death but the haunting tortures of a lonely past....
And at last,
My soul is in peace,
Knowing this isn't a race,
But a version of a strange repent...

Meaning
Sometimes when your past repeats itself, it's just some kind of reminder of what you have been through...not of what you are now.
A strange reminder to regret and move on....