My Poetry Project. Woo woo.

I' really not excited at all about this poetry project that I have to do for English. I hate my English teacher and speaking in front of the class so that makes it even more terrifying for me and it also makes me hate the project more. I also hate poetry because it's too weird (I just don't like it, okay?). But I chose '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. 

Do you like her poem?