Harlot Nights

40 Days Left

A man once said
confident of his fate
that if his lover would sever
in 40 days he'd be dead
But never did her surmise
that such a small promise made
were the foundations
a misery road laid

Love grew sour
and hate was bitter
He stumbled through sadness
his demons the fitter
Maybe this freedom would be
a new outlook for him
or was this outlook
looking dim

Good thing he also promised
that his foolish promise was null
If he was to find himself
another gull
To fill in the role
and fill up his heart
easier said than done
as he faltered from the start

Sadness and grief
his only companions
as he walked alone
through the walls of his own prison
given up from love
but not yet from life
he suffers hardships
with no listening wife

Day 11
yet he was ready to give
his emotional state
making him want less to live
Death teased him
as he looked down
but he was a man of his words
to continue life with an everlasting frown

Only a miracle could save him
and a miracle she did came
And slowly with happiness
came perfection and fame
suddenly the man who was at the brink of death
was living the life filled with health and wealth
To all those who supported
did he thank
For without them his life
would have gone down the shank
for he now swore
to never again
leave himself to live
a 40 day stand