Lackluster Moon

The lunar orb lacks luster
compared to my thoughts.
What once mesmerized
my nights, now disturbs
each sleepless moment.

I bury my head under pillows
and my body under blankets.
My bed is my shallow grave,
but my soul is tormented
since it can't depart my body.

The lackluster moon haunts
my purgatory much
like a poltergeist in search
of an unsuspecting victim.
But, I know he watches

and waits for only me.