In between
the day's weight and sweat
waits within
to come out the poet.

Through the daily chore
a life of commoner
remains at core
the poet a loner.

The poet a loner
one commoner
of the silent tears
a willing owner.

In between
the night's resting state
works within
to come out the poet.

On the night's bed
they quietly dawn
on the burdened head
make the poet more alone.

*The poet all alone
the one too common
but all the silent tears
just cannot disown.