Stagger

Sudden prospects, this month has now begun
Brings no more than a stagger
Voices yelling, a past I can’t become
Leaving scratches, reminders
Expressions coming more defined
Weathering my side
Fresh light appears and makes amends
Scoffing
Stakes are brighter than brewed at first invite
Stakes are high as encountered
Stuck in my throat and it suddenly divides
Completely stricken with fever
Got near twenty years out of this arm
Got near twenty years of out of this leg
Starting to recognize the harm
Stillness always seems to fool me
Dormant wrinkles has found its tune to rise
This time they’ll sure stay forever
Warmer winds kicks my skin into a sigh
All humor lost, now remembered