Goddam Sonnet 9

The sonnet-well runs dry, my compulsion:
Not even my steadfast heart can outlast
Eternal silence, constant repulsion.
The forsaken warm-blooded moves to cast
Her long-held affection, speckled with pain
Into currents of the Ocean of Time,
Losing the bittersweet burden to gain
Tranquility. Back to prose over rhyme,
She unmoors SS Imagination
From the silly and once-precious harbor,
Consigns her darling with resignation
To vipers nesting in the theater sore.
Don't try to fight them, you will be out-ganged.
And trust the lot as you would adders fanged.