You ask me questions
I don’t know how to answer
Taunt me with thoughts
of a dawnless future
Plant ideas that you know
I’m wary to act on

Praise to you, battered brain

You encourage me to look
twice over my shoulder
Remind me I’m never alone
and never peaceful
You keep me awake
with delicious destruction

Praise to you, bitter brain

You give me such dreams
hues of blue and the cosmos
Mountains and storms
tucked away deep inside
You grasp a pen
and transcribe them with ease

Praise to you, boundless brain

You turn tears into art
and create quite the sonnet
Twist my insides around
just to see if I’ll bleed
But you need us
and together we’ll be

Praise to you, and praise to me