I Felt a Funeral, in my Brain

I'll go ahead and take a stab at question number 10 here. The imagery in this poem is fairly intriguing. Generally when one thinks of imagery, they picture sprawling landscapes or vibrant colors or bustling city scenes or a dank bar. The important thing is that usually, they picture things. The most prevalent part of imagery is usually sight, but in this poem, it's entirely absent, making way for the auditory sense to take root. Most of the things described, Drum, beating, heard, creak, toll, Bell, Ear, Silence, etc. all create a sense of hearing. The ultimate purpose of this is to give the sense that the speaker is being assaulted by things, in this case, various ideas. It makes sense really. When one is assaulted by something visual, a bright light or something traumatizing, all that needs to be done is to shut one's eyes. However, in the case of sound, an intense sound is impossible to keep out. One can cover their ears, but it is ultimately impossible to shut it out completely, and it still wracks through the mind. Thus, these opposing ideas and conflicts that plague the speaker's mind are impossible to keep out, and eventually lead to the speaker's mental breakdown.

Some might doubt the sheer destructive power of sound, but Marty McFly will tell them differently.