One onto another

He wears his face, the one I fear,

The ghost I swore was never near.

But here he stands, a perfect mold,

A younger frame, a voice grown cold.

His words—his laugh—it cuts the same,

A different mouth, but still my shame.

A shadow stretching, swallowing whole,

Digging nails into my soul.

I swore I left, I swore I ran,

But time loops back where it began.

His eyes, his stance, the way he moves—

The past reborn in worn-out grooves.

The air is thick, I gasp, I choke,

Drenched in memories never spoke.

The walls collapse, the doors stay locked,

A cage rebuilt, a clock unwound.

He doesn’t know, he’ll never see,

The way his presence buries me.

But as he speaks, I disappear—

His father’s hands still hold me here.