Gone Miss Me Poem by Brian Ben

Gone miss me
I smell, feel and touch
That generous smile
Beneath your wide mouth
A smile at brutality of life
That I chew since you went.

You wish me bitter pain
Nights of fantastic terrors and horrors
That I could drawn
That someone shot me dead.

You wish that your lies chocked me
That I would be crushed
Shoulders lowered low
And my head, all of me,
Hung down in shame.

Miss me
You hate that my name prospers
That this and that has my love
That I rule my tyranny of love
You hate me and my dreams
A dreamer, who spit dreams of love
You wonder why I never flung

Oh...miss me
Aren't you out of me?
Then spare me.