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"

This poem means The human mind being stressed and having a mental breakdown Funeral reffering to death and stressful

About me

My name is emily dickinson.I am 56 years old.Most of my family and freinds have died.I was born 1830 Amherst,Massachussets.I only talk to my sister emily.I am very sick but i dont want a doctor to examine me.I have 1775 poems but so far in my lifetime only 7 were published.People think im very mysterious,outcast and weird.Most people wont ascociate themselves with me.I enjoy being alone and writing poem and reading literature.I were white for a reason.