Underneath, it underlies
Underscoring the everyday
Creating its own perceptions
That, to others, are unpercieved
Unless they microscopically dig deep…
But can easily pass it by.
Always there? Who can tell?
The signs add up,
But only if you do the equation.
What good is a plattitude
That has no meaning to one in low grade?
It is chronic
Firmly grounded in its shakiness
Affecting sleep, affecting outlooks
Affecting appetite, energy, focus
It is in the underbelly of all things
As it becomes its own reality.
Low grade,
Your poem is powerful . . . well done!
Wow this is really deep! I have to confess, poetry isn’t my strong point!
It’s just a reaction to how I was feeling