Thoughts In the Middle Watch

Thoughts in the Middle Watch The devil's in the wind tonight, hell is in my mind; demons of the grief I gave the girl I left behind. For once, just once, in the grinding port of aching toil and din I paid to weep my pain in a woman's gentle arms and didn't think it sin. But God...! Dear God...! Why did you hide your virus in those mother-loving charms? Now the girl who once adored me lies gaunt upon the sheet – stricken by my loving – with lips that once were sweet drawn back upon her teeth. A thousand miles away, my lovely waits for death; and a bitter prayer she murmurs with every ebbing breath. And the bitter prayer she murmurs, soulful eyes repeat, “I'll curse you out of heaven if our paths should ever meet.”