Dear Night

Dear Night,

Be giving, So I get enough to wake rested.
Be patient, So I can fall asleep before the morning light.
Be quiet, So only my music can I hear.
Be soft, As a blanket and hold me tight.
As I drift off to sleep,

Thank You and Good Night,

Melissa Pantall Hall
11.15.2011

Friends

Friends
    Written by Melissa Pantall Hall

With every sense of your being,
The breath in your lungs, and the taste on your tounge.
The sound of the train, and the wet from the rain.
The feeling of cold, and once again it's not old.
The smell of fresh air, and the flower blooming out there.
The sight of a friend, and the sweet touch of sin.
It all comes again, with only a friend.

10.25.2011

The Pain

The Pain
  Written by Melissa Pantall Hall


I forgot how much pain can consume a person.
How much a person would do just to make the pain go away. 
Does it actually go away or does it heal in time? 
Does pushing it away make pain stronger and last longer and longer? 
Can you hide from pain, or turn it off?
It would be nice if you could. 
Turn it off, and not grow colder, more bitter, and worn. 
Push through it, only to find that it is stronger than before. 
Pain, 
A feeling a person must face and a lesson a person must take. 
If only to be happy inside and live life only to find pain once more. 
Pain will not be easier this time, 
At least in my mind.


11.15.2011

Am I Here To Stay?

I don’t know what my future holds,

Or goals that I should win.

I don’t know where I’m going,

And I don’t remember where I’ve been.

I’m lost in distractions,

Life so I’m told.

I can’t dream about the future,

Today consumes my soul.

My future seems so impossible,

My dreams so out of control.

I’m lost in my own footsteps,

And my heart was put on hold.

No one can tell me different,

Because each is to his own.

The very thought of companionship,

Is always far too gone.

So for what I’m supposed to do in this life,

I don’t really know what it is.

The trees are overgrown with strife,

And I feel more and more like a kid.

So please don’t tell me what to do,

My mind doesn’t work that way.

The greener fields will come and go,

But I am here to stay.

Melissa A. Hall

02.01.2012