Givers and Takers

The applause coming from your room,
It’s beyond words, tears know the doom.
Your accolades can leave regrets,
while they call you by your nameーdeath.
Your coming is lonely by birth,
Leaving a mark like the brunettes.
When you take, you give me alone,
with scars, buried deep to bemoan.
Your womb makes tombs sing on duets.

Ruddapoet Rudolph