Blamed shame

Why should I not be allowed to be happy because of the pain you now have? I might have been the tool with which you lit the cigarette, but I should not share the blame.

The smell of smoke lingers though,
Its been put out long ago.

And in the wind and pouring rain,
My lonely flame stood no chance.
My light stamped out beneath your foot,
Now my soot is merged with mud;
And in the wind and pouring rain,
I think I feel my body sink,
As you point and blame, accuse
Me of treating you like a rouse.

I'm a match that's been condemned,
By your finger and your friends.
Of twisted truths and secrets spilt,
Accuse me of your rotting lungs.

Unsatisfied until I'm hung.

Author's Note

The denotations of this is a match thrown away after being used to light a cigarette, I don't think I made that too obvious but it's not the main focus of the poem anyhow.

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

I like to both write and read about love gone awry, love unrequited, etc. so I am always pleased when I find a fresh treatment, and this is for me. I really like the match metaphor. Very effective last line.