I look away from the train,
Knowing that they will never come back.
“Threats”of hate inside my brain,
No more love for them which I still lack.
Hell and back I hold my tears,
Knowing things will never be the same.
Here inside pent up small fears,
To bear “false witness” I they will blame.
No turning back now what’s lost,
I will never see good in them all.
Failed infatuation cost,
Now seeking found love never to fall.
Yet, something haunts me to tell,
A redemption I must dwell.