There are times when, I feel completely hopeless. Hopeless at the futility of it all. I get depressed too, about a lot of things. In such situations, I just write; more often than not, I write poetry. Something that I can look back at and, wonder what made me feel those emotions. Often, I will leave hints, in one of the stanzas, that would tell me what I was thinking of / doing, when I wrote it.
Hopelessness, is one such poem.
“The hardest thing of all is to find a black cat in a dark room, especially if there is no cat.” ― Confucius