Burned Out (Matches)

I am but a book of matches.

At times, I am of use.

Those who are within reach;

feel the warmth I radiate,

see the light I shine

until that part of me burns down and fades out.

That is, until another match is lit.

I am but a book of matches,

I have not many matches left in me.

I really do wish I could easily and willingly

radiate a warmth,

shine a light for them.

I was just a book of matches,

nothing terrible happened to the book.

It hasn't been rained on,

it hasn't been ripped apart,

I simply cannot continue to shine, and heat

with no matches left to light.

And I'm sorry.