Him Poem by jordan erickson

Listening to the childs song
the tuning fork struck on a prong
the gaurd on the computer is playing pong
but for freedom I long

Crying in the woods
freeing my blood
crying for them
crying for him

Singing for him
listening for them
passing shadows in my mind so grim
staring between the bars of a crib

the tears I watch him shed
are not but fibs.
for his heart beat stills behind his tiny rib
his eyes blood red

for him I will live
for him I will cry
for him I must try to survive
for him... I will die.