# 🎶📖 SSC8 Poetry Challenge: Emily Dickinson " Funeral in My Brain " A poem by Emily Dickinson Adapted lyrics Adapted chorus Adapted repetitive words Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) Solène — Funeral in My Brain ------- I felt A funeral In my brain Tread Tread Tread I felt a funeral in my brain And mourners to and fro Kept treading Treading Treading Till it seemed That sense Was breaking through And when they all were seated A service like a drum Like a drum Like a drum Kept beating beating Kept beating beating Till I thought Till I thought Kept beating beating Kept beating beating My mind My mind Was going numb And then I heard them lift a box And creak across my soul With boots of lead Again Again Then space Began to toll Kept beating beating Kept beating beating Till I thought Till I thought My mind My mind Was going numb Numb Numb As all the heavens were a bell And being just an ear I hear I hear I hear Everything And I dropped down down Down down And I dropped down Down And I dropped down And I hit a world I hit a world At every plunge At every plunge And I And I Finished Knowing Down Down Down
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