The fluttering of a Moth

From the wells of silence, 
connecting to silent rivers with life, 
falling in an undead roaring ocean. 
This often feels very small,
and sometimes much stronger. 

Too unworthy to be touched, 
fouler than a sewer. 
But even this has a creator, 
which still believes this will get better. 
Can sprinkles make deserts wetter ? 

Why is this one of the best, 
in swarming competitions? 
When this is too alone,
even in herds of people. 
And when alone, this fades, 
fades like breath of a moth. 

You live, you earn, you play, 
but don't know what is the purpose. 
With no will inside, 
how can this will be conquered? 
Can't say when I don't know,
if I'm worth anymore than a parasite. 

(Context and meaning: 
Usually I don't add meanings and context to my poetry, leaving it for individual interpretetion. But this poem is filled with metaphors and imagery, which can confuse the reader, so I am adding it here. 
In poem, the speaker is expressing angst, fear, and self doubts questiong their worth and existence. The poem uses different metaphors to represent the speaker via "this", "desert", "sewer" etc. There are some imageries of idealism in opening lines, showcasing that small silent depth can be more valuable than vast, deep, lifeless roars. Creator refers to parent/family/close ones who hold on to hopes for us even in adversity, while moth expresses transience of poet's own life and existential questioning, leaving them asking if they are any better than a parasite. 
I have deliberately chosen not to follow a short, rhyming structure, as I wanted to give you something more honest and real. )