Poetry And Power
"Shadows On A Prisonmoon"
Stan King

It's dark and cold, can't see the light
I'm searching for you, in the dead of night
I've waited so long, in this empty room
I'm chasing shadows on a prisonmoon

Please come to me, wipe my tears
Been alone too long, cast away my fears
Please my friend, come visit me soon
I'm chasing shadows on a prisonmoon

I'm only here now, for reasons unknown
The machman hides, false faces shown
I give in to rumor, to evade the doom
I'm chasing shadows on a prisonmoon

So tired of time, this infectous disease
like a tangled webb, there's no release
I'll wait for ever, in this sleeproom
I'm chasing shadows on a prisonmoon


Written by Stan King of Junction City, Kansas, USA
Submitted 7 April 1998
© Copyright 21 March 1998 Stan King