Insomnia Poem by Charles Burgos

Maybe it's everything on mind,
That makes me regret my path.

I walked it long enough though,
I've already turned back.

I know my morals, and I know myself,
I'm going to open up now, and let it out.

My darkness, my pain, my guilt, and shame,
Listen to these words, and walk a batter path.

A life is lived, but a life in shame, unloved,
That is the quest, to find out what love is.

It's like the last shot out of a bottle,
When it's there, great, when it's gone? Onto the next.

Women are not bottles, I need just one,
Not to quench the thirst, but to hold.

I have 3 beers every once in awhile,
I'd rather have tea, and just smile.

My eyes can be dark, but not my heart,
Just ask me, I won't lie, you'll know my secrets.




No, not referring to alcoholism, just the similarities of it all.