Damply Invisible

Failure follow me down, down
into the dark and dankness now.

Too long in ill-intent
No harvest reaped
I keep my heart-seed buried, hardened, bent.

My friends, quiet, unmake me
Wet and scrape, escape the waste
and leave me, speck, helpless now -
not-waste, not-man, invisible.

"He is gone", they say. I lose my tail
alone in my self-consciousness.
I have such tales to tell but again,
I am nowhere.