Breathe, hold onto life,
Don’t drift into the dark night,
You’re my flame, my light.
©ontheland
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As I pondered on the Secretkeeper’s prompt words: Drift, Breathe, Light, Hold, and Life, this haiku emerged. I also thought of one of my favourite poems by Dylan Thomas, Do not go gentle into that good night:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light…
Ontheland 
Touchingly beautiful
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Thank you
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My pleasure:-)
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Your beautiful poem and Dylans, compliment each other very well.
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Thank you 🙂
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A wonderful haiku Janice but very sad.
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Thank you Denis…yes sad
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Very sad. I can picture that bedside plea.
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Yes, many of us experience that situation or some version of it one or more times in our lives. I like Dylan Thomas’ rebellion from accepting platitudes.
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loved the Haiku! picture goes well with it! well connected by Dylan’s poem.
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Thank you 🙂
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