John DuffyASY Poet Rhyme

Krampus speaks from the Great In-Between

Will he be visiting you with more than a lump of coal?


(A dark voice whispers)


Love and loneliness 
Unspoken dreams of romance and broken hearts 

Shall have no reunion 
But instead

Like fettered beasts to the slaughterhouse

They will stare foolishly into the distance 

As they are abandoned, 
Pleading for hope and a new companion 

For deaden souls deserve no salvation

Such is my curse of the Dammed 

Running or walking throughout 
Every living nation 

Men or women
Especially at Christmas

Swimming naked in pools of hate and judgement 

Shall become as one

As they hear my approaching bells

Under the gaze of my cosmic gun

Love and loneliness
Sadness and pain

Will be their everlasting daylight

In their souls window panes

My silver mistress, 
Mother Moon

Will seal their fate 
On the twenty-fifth 

When presents are received
For the spiteful and jealous

The hateful and cruel 
Who loves to deceive

You better pray to change your ways 

Before Christmas Eve 

Or you might get a visit from me

Even if in me,
You do not believe 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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Becoming trude from the ruins May 29, 2025 at 7:26 AM Reading this, I feel so connected to that quiet, aching question of worth. I’ve lost people I thought I could trust—friends who became strangers, leaving behind nothing but pain and broken promises. It’s hard not to wonder if I’m enough or if I even matter. Your words remind me of those moments when I looked at myself and didn’t recognize the person staring back, weighed down by all the roles I was supposed to play but never felt worthy of. It’s like carrying a silence inside that’s loud with doubt.

Becoming trude from the ruins May 29, 2025 at 7:22 AM This gives me chills, like a dark shadow waiting for the right moment to creep in. It makes me think about how easily love and loneliness can twist into something heavy—especially at Christmas, when you expect joy, but sometimes it’s just cold and empty. It’s like a warning, a curse hanging over all of us who let pain turn into bitterness. I’m sitting here wondering what parts of me need to change before it’s too late.

Becoming trude from the ruins May 29, 2025 at 7:22 AM This gives me chills, like a dark shadow waiting for the right moment to creep in. It makes me think about how easily love and loneliness can twist into something heavy—especially at Christmas, when you expect joy, but sometimes it’s just cold and empty. It’s like a warning, a curse hanging over all of us who let pain turn into bitterness. I’m sitting here wondering what parts of me need to change before it’s too late.