The Very Backbone of A Poem

 
The very backbone of a poem
is its torment and ungraciousness? 
it's the wheels of life churning ones’ guts
from the inside and laying them on the outsides
in the gutter of each poet’s soul
then seeping ink 
onto each page 
gloriously sharing each image 
kindly gracing each emotion
whether it's happy
or incredibly sad?
dull in memory
or as bright as the lightbulb
on the ceiling
of the king’s castle
thirty feet tall
not to forget the very
dungeons of death
and life's sweet cherry pie  
the very backbone of a poem 
is the poet
and the ink she seeps from her pen 
hopefully leaving her reader
with a tummy full to its rim.