Helplessness I can hear the screams of my insecurities around my inner self And the cacophony turning my heart fly into murky clouds of ash. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related By Shreya Sharma I read poems. Sometimes I write poems. And when I am doing nothing, I am sipping coffee. View all of Shreya Sharma's posts.