I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

by Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

And Mourners to and fro

Kept treading – treading – till it seemed

That Sense was Breaking Through –

And when they all were seated

A Service like a Drum –

Kept beating – beating – till I thought

My Mind was going numb –

And then I heard them lift a Box

And creak across my Soul

With those same Boots of Lead, again,

Then Space – began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,

And Being but an Ear,

And I, and Silence, some strange Race

Wrecked, solitary, here –

And then a Plank, in Reason Broke

And I dropped down, and down-

And hit a world, at every Plunge,

And Finished, knowing then –

Published by Robin

I'm a retired journalist who still has stories to tell. This seems to be a good place to tell them.

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