Com-mute

I'm moving yet in situ
I carry on in the crowd.
I am a part yet apart.
The city, people, indistinct.
There is no place I want to be,
there is no one I want to see.
Hopelessness fills me,
fuels me past the point
of giving up.
I can no longer contain it,
it emanates from me
like a plague demon,
it explodes within me,
and propels me in the day to day.