A.N. - This is intentionally cliche-filled to make a point. When will people stop with all the generalizations and tired sayings? The fact that things like that can pass for decent poetry is a shame.

Starving Artist

All my existence boils down to
are my friendships
and how I feel inside.

Emotions, thoughts,
responsibilities,
tranquility,
buzzing bees,
wants and needs
and candy-coated dreams.

The spirit of truth and justice -
how do they feel in my mind?
How do they feel in my heart?

Is my soul light or dark?
Does it hope for life
or despair for death?

Is this profound yet?