Another by Danielle Barboza
Another day, another life, another hell to live in.
Another year, another minute, and yet another sin.
We try to walk away from it all
but we get sent right back to it.
When we finally cope with the pain
we once again get hit.
But what can we do about it?
How do we stop this shit
from coming, coming,
raining down upon us?
Another child, another addict, another person in pain.
Another death, another mother crying out in vain.
And also another new day
to suffer in this way;
to live in our fate,
to roll in our hate,
and open the gates
to eternal 'another's.
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