Elbow Room

Few worlds within me crammed
some thoughts in veins are jammed
the crimson tide does chart
the lunar surface of my heart

For heaviness lies heavy
in places from comprehension privy
the sailing of breath is cankered
the vessel within has anchored

Is drowned the he who risks
face-first the depths of abyss?
clutching the sinks of the fall
for him no more the bell will toll?

Forgetting oneself in gloom
for hope yet have no room
that in fact might lose
the being within the hat and shoes