A glimpse of hope perhaps? Or is it just me imagining things again?

The black spider is at it again, trying to ensnare the little hummingbird. Oh what a beautiful sight the humming bird has been, always fluttering its colourful wings among the sweet smelling flowers. Joy instilled upon whomever laid eyes upon him. Yet still, there is the spider, ever present, always lurking, ready to spun its web of doom to all those who come close to her. There she is, casting its hundreds of eyes on the hummingbird. An air of doom surrounding her wherever she goes. What a wonderful meal she thought. Looking at the hummingbird, ever hungry. And yet the little hummingbird just zooms around continously among the flowers, hovering carelessly sucking nectar from flower after flower. Then he saw it, the most beautiful flower of them all, with sweet smelling fragrance, enchanting whomever comes close. As quickly as he could, he flutters his tiny wings rapidly to manouvre himself straight to the flower. As he was sucking nectar out of it, the spider who has been hiding behind the flower, spuns out her web of doom, covering the little hummingbird with her sticky webs. The hummingbird tried to fly away, but he was already caught in the spider webs. He continues to flutter his wings, but the spider kept on spinning her webs around the hummingbird until the steady fluttering of the hummingbird gradually slows down to a halt.. Oh what doom he felt. He should have been more careful like he always does with every other flower he thought. Should have paid more attention to his surroundings and kept his guard up. But there he was, captured by the treacherous spider unable to escape. The spider then poisons him with her venomous sting to subdue him. All the hummingbird could do now was feel the venom spreading all over his body, and yet there is nothing he could do about it. What pain he felt as he feels his freedom and life flowing away from him in doom and despair. Why? He screams in his own head, why must i be so foolish and not guard myself more carefully?

Mirage

Sometimes, one sees but a mirage of hope, in an ongoing gloom.. There you see it, appearing before you, it seems so real, yet you feel unsure about it... Knowing well that there has always been doom and gloom in these times... When you finally put in stock in that hope, finally believing it with all your heart... Then bam, you've reached this hope of yours, and you realise... it was nothing but a mirage.. Just there to taunt you of all your hopelessness... Its the worst, when you would think this hope would be like a faerytale... One that could change everything thats been happening so far... One that could help you in going through all this hardship... But it is just a dream... A dream that would just torment you further in the end.. Like that dream where all that you dreaded before was undone and not to happen.. And you feel the utmost joy on it.. And then you wake up... And everything crashes down.. The images of reality shatters all the happiness and excitement... Whats left is just pain, gloom, darkness... And endless journey of probing in the dark, hoping to find the opening to that light that you'd always dream about...

Pain. Torment. Regret. Uncertainty.

Sigh...