Absolute And Unwavering Poem by Eric Frazier

Breathing wondrous air
I see the soil
For which I care.
That man lacks toil
Not by his choice
For against our will
The years all raged
And forever they kill.
A constantly thrust dagger
Churns in all mortals
Cold and fully deaf
As it hacks vitals.
How can man cope
With a viper's venom
Blocking plausible hope
Because there is no antidote?
The living lungs heave
Thus strength still rules
But death shall always bereave
And forgotten is freedom.