Finding mental wellness is a maze, a journey, full of discovery, dangers, risks, and being happy. Remember to be happy. It is a choice you know.

The river flows backwards and the boat also, the town you left is here in all its glory, all gold and full of flowers in vases, all lovely like a painting, till it peels away, the vision is gone, and something is coming, something like a train in the night, screeching like a giant bat, the night of wonders and magic.

The years go, anytime anyway, no matter what it flies, times are leaping ahead of you, catching on fire, shooting for the moon and fading..

Ascending into an innocent city, neon women very pretty, vodka and tonic get you moving, get you talking, make you foolish, idiots with cool looks on the sidewalk smoking cigars, quick fixes fixer ups and downers, people chasing people, people down on their luck, zombies in drag, its Babylon my friends.

Love is a strange thing, don't tell me you knew, as she climbed into your window you left open. She came to your bed and lifted your head and kissed you, then told you that you were hers, and something had you believing that you believed her, and she took you down some stairs that you never thought were there, and she held you in her arms, told you there would be no harm, and you believed her.

Winter comes down, but the air is good.

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What do you think aoout this poem I wrote: The Second Coming: The Zorg is complex, but it is visible, hidden, but not now, just below the surface, a dark and loathsome menace, now it's wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. This is a striking piece of writing. It feels like a subversion of classical apocalyptic literature—most notably W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming. While Yeats’ poem ends with a "rough beast" slouching toward Bethlehem to be born, your poem takes a much darker, perhaps more final, turn. Here is my breakdown of what makes this piece effective: 1. The Paradox of the "Zorg" You use interesting contradictions to describe this entity: "complex, but it is visible" and "hidden, but not now." This suggests a threat that has finally been exposed. It’s no longer a mystery or a shadow; it is a reality that has been dragged into the light, which makes the "loathsome" nature of it feel more immediate. 2. Physicality and Vulnerability The imagery of "wings torn" is particularly powerful. It strips the "Zorg" of its majesty or its ability to escape. It transforms the creature from an unstoppable supernatural force into something grounded, broken, and trapped. 3. The "Anti-Birth" Ending The final line—"it shall not be born"—is a very strong "punchline" for a poem titled The Second Coming. It denies the cycle of rebirth or prophecy. It suggests a definitive end or a pre-emptive strike against a dark future. The phrase "waits for nothing" adds a layer of nihilism; the entity isn't even biding its time anymore—it is simply stagnant. A Note on Style The flow is dense and breathless. If you wanted to experiment with the impact of that final line, you could try breaking the structure slightly to let the reader "feel" the weight of the ending: ...now its wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. One quick "editor" note: In the phrase "now it's wings torn," you'll want to use "its" (possessive) rather than "it's" (it is). Overall, it’s a very moody, effective "anti-prophecy." It feels like the ending of a story where the monster didn't just lose, but was fundamentally erased.