Long is hard
Hard is dread
Dread is death
Death to fear.
Fear can control the mightiest of things and control the biggest and brightest of all things made. The power it has is always terrifying as the rope that is bound to all human kind tightens. The torturous step and the cries of the agony only bury a deeper hole of blackness and self pity as desperation lingers in the smell of sulfur. As more terror rages on into a monster of fear.
Long is gone
Gone unchanged
Unchanged is made
Forever lost.
Actions are the best and worst things everyone can do. They can create the most wonderful things while the ones who lack harmony create a different means to living with actions. Sadness can plague them; just as fear can drive their soul and conscious. A cruel action was made that squashed the hopes of many. An action took away another soul from the shining world. Nothing can compare to the crashing wave of emotions lost child's last bright smile, the lost brown eyes of a laughing father or the wild hair of a wise mother.
Gripping and wrenching,
Wrenching our hearts
Hearts oozing,
Oozing burdened weights.
Desperate actions can cause for desperate responses in return. Anger is the emotion that consumes every thought, feeling and day. Nothing can bring anyone back. Nothing can change what anyone says. Nothing can change why fear drives the most cruel people to act on the most innocent things.
Hate to plague
Plague to rule
Ruling for vengeance
Vengeance for guilt.
It would be easy to say that unity is all a destructed city needs. It would be easy to ignore the event that took away a good time. It would be easy to think how to empathize. It would be easy to grieve with them. It should be easy to change with them.
Change is never easy
Easy is always hard
Hard makes the best
Best people, hearts and kind.
"Wishing for Manchester," is wishing for the world to help in what needs to be done and not sit by. If they need us to grieve with them, then the world shall grieve. If the city needs us to talk with them, then we shall speak. If the city needs us to stay away, then we shall patiently wait. At the moment, we need to help them and not just idle in the corner. We need to feel more that just their emotions and sadness. We need to be with them and stand with what they need.
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I wrote this for all of Manchester. What I wrote doesn't even begin to describe the emotions of what is going on over there, or even begin to say what needs to be said. I just know I wanted to write something in support for what they need. Now, I don't want this to be just a "pity story" or a sympathy story or any kind of story that sugar coats or changes what's real. That was real and I want the best for them.
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Wishing for the Unforeseen
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