Shifting Stillness

I made this poems using as many hyperboles as I could...

The silent applause drifts

Over the crowded void

That is the shifting stillness

As I creep into deaths willing arms

Streaming dry tears

Darkened my bright face

I loosen my grip

As death holds on tighter

To throw me into its endless cage

In the shifting stillness

Filled by the crowded void

As the silent applause drifts

Author's Note

Ignore spelling and blahblahblah THANK YOU FOR READING!!

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

I like the way you have placed the first line at the end of the poem, going full circle, after the stillness shifted moved it from the beginning.

I see that you have entered this poem in the lost love...(or something like that)...contest! Good luck with your entry!
Sheila