Another?

Just another day…
where gray and dismal clouds
like shrouds around this ball of mud
will scud until the sun comes out
to rout them all away.

Just another dusk…
when brusque remains of light
take flight until our spinning world
is hurled beyond the crucial spot
to blot the solar musk.

Just another life…
where strife has been a constant pest
and rest is only earned in dribs
but cribs aren’t such a peaceful nook
to brook the looming knife.