Out Of The Cold Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Piercing beams so bright
Cutting darkness’s cloak
Expanding curtain of radiant light
Flooding inwards, to bask and soak
Gone murky blackness’s hiding veil
Wiped away from sights gaze
Wanted the brightness to prevail
Here in the memories murky maze
Dementia a curse not just of the old
Destroying the spring, summer and autumn of life
Causing families severe, painful strife
Giving up, giving in?
Wanting never to fold
A life not ready for societies bin
No mind wanting this visiting cold