"I felt a Funeral In My Brain"

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.

Emily Dickinson

* I turned on my computer hoping to write a blog when all of a sudden I remembered to check my messages. There, in one of my messages from my mother, I found a poem that seemed to match the conversation we discussed in English class today. Death. Death is a strong word that is feared by many forgotten by those who are young. This poem by Emily Dickinson describes Emily portraying a funeral in her head. She is imagining the ceremony and feels the "creak" of the box and the bells in the distance. She knows that the end is approaching and she is not afraid to discuss the consequences. 

Every time my grandmother finds about a death that has taken place in the lives of her friends or family members, she just bows her head and says a little prayer. It's this whisper in her voice that fills tears in your eyes and a bullet right through the heart. She simply says, God Bless his/ her soul but these words mimic death no matter where you hear them. Death is a very complicated situation because you never know when it will strike and take away the one thing you love.