From These Depths

"From these depths, what weight does my life hold?" 

This city sprawls—a beast that feeds on our hopes, 

Weighed by dreams that fled, leaving nothing in their stead. 

Nothing saved, nothing gained, only the vexed. 

In this river of faces, I'm just one more, 

Tossed by currents that heed no plea or cry, 

Each dawn I rise, not knowing what for, 

Structures bind yet offer no reason why. 

"From these depths, what weight does my life hold?" 

This city's heart beats, not for the likes of me, 

Systems that grind, their faces never show, 

The cogs wear down, lost to obscurity. 

Day bleeds to night with mechanical pace, 

My spirit wanes under the weight of invisible chains, 

Nothing to show, caught in an endless race, 

Just a number, a cog, drained by systemic strains. 

"From these depths, what weight does my life hold?" 

How long can one swim against the flow? 

Desperation clings like a shadow I can't outgrow, 

In the depths, the light dims, and madness grows.