My soul in shreds
falls from the sky
like heavy rain,
painting the earth in pitch black,
and the drops of my blood
like fertile seeds
Is there still a hope of love
sprouting into deep red roses.
for my anguished soul?
©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou
9 responses to “Shredded Soul”
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Your poem is a powerful expression of emotional pain!
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Thank you so much. Yes, this was my specific intention.😌🙏🧡
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beautiful description of the dark night of the soul
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Thank you so much 😊🙏
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Hauntingly beautiful. The imagery stays with you.
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Thank you so much. I’m happy you liked it.😊🙏⚘️
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Lovely!
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Thank you so much.😊🙏
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