Attempts Poem by Matt Burgett

Attempts they take too long
But finish with release
Finished off for good or not
It still brings me a little peace

It gives me some patience
After it had all been lost
My soul was like a cigarette
Burnt down and freshly tossed

The doctors said that I should stop
That the stress is killing me
But can't they see that's what I want
It's how it was meant to be

So placed here lost with nothing left
I wait for new directions
Helping guidance to fix my path
In which broke off in sections

To help me now in time of need
There must be no more attempts
To help me now and make me see
That all I need is solid friends