I Felt a Funeral — in my Brain [SSC8, Poetry Challenge]

I felt — a Funeral — in my Brain — I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading — treading — 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 — Kept beating — beating — Till I thought My Mind was going numb — Kept beating — beating — My Mind was going numb — Treading — treading — Till Sense was breaking through — Kept beating — beating — Going numb — going numb — Breaking — breaking — Breaking through — And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again Kept treading — treading — 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 — Beating — beating — Treading — treading — Going numb — Going numb — Breaking — Breaking — Breaking — Breaking — Breaking — Breaking — And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down — And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing — then — Finished knowing — then — Lyrics: Emily Dickinson (adapted by Cheshirah)