Stephen Holloway

Cutting - Poem by Stephen Holloway

The loud noise of the fist on the pulpit
Cuts through my head
Like a gravel

What the man is saying
Cuts through my soul
Even more.

In the front row is a person
Off in his own world
His stare cuts through mine

Why must I sit here, being
Cut through and through
When I don't know who I am?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The inspiration for this poem came at a time when I was going through some hard times, I was struggling, and I went to church and the man talking was talking about the exact problem i was having. His words seemed to cut through me. At the same time there was an autistic young man that was staring directly at me, giving me the chills.

Comments about Cutting by Stephen Holloway

  • Simon Collins (5/12/2012 9:07:00 PM)

    I like this poem, very interesting, thank you (Report) Reply

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  • (5/12/2012 1:14:00 PM)

    I would love to know more about this poem. If you dont mind. Its really....intense. So it peaks my interest: -) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 12, 2012

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