Poem: Fading

1 year
2 years
3 years
4 years
Slowly I forget
How long I've been changing
Who was I
And where will I end up
My entity is confused
My peach is bruised
But it lost the fuzz
At the same time the branch was cut
Replant it, they taught
As if death comes back with water and mulch

Standing
again
against these winds
Watching the cliff
Fall down before me
So far down
The rocks broke so far down
Will I?
- Peter