I Am Opaque Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

I am opaque
Barely visible to even those who seek,
Not redeemable by convention.
Nor am I recognized.
Less than invisible, but more than dead,
Where I once saw hope, all that remains is clarity
In the face of recalling misfortune.
Sideways glances are collected like shells,
And I've an ocean full.
None left in sedentary transit through life.
They've returned to their failures,
Just like the ones I've never left.