Through the darkness, far, far ahead, I see a speck of light. Trekking alone with eagerness to reach what’s in my sight.

A poem about the wickedness of the Human race, despite our efforts to be good.

A short poem on the subject of despotic rule in exotic lands, it features Zimbabwe and Burma as examples.

Can the status mean so much?

Someone who appears successful and well-adjusted, but yet struggles to hide their own inner darkness.