silver lining

dark in the depths of the hole in my chest,
is a story ready to be written; middle, beginning, end.
words. thoughts. inspiration.
some say love. I say no.
if I do not feel it, it does not exist.
some call me dark, others complex.
emptiness surrounds me, it comes from all sides.
like the beating of a drum, it roughly resonates in the back of my heart.
I lack the inspiration that ignites my mind to chase, to succeed;
to hope, to believe.
Love, is it real?
I want to believe it is,
but time and again I am let down.
I sleep on the rocks
that surround disregarded spaces,
left alone never to be ventured into.
I walk on the clouds that bring the roughest storms,
inflicting despair, worry, awe.
and yet, I'm not lost; I am home.
I wistfully walk through the silver lining
hoping that one day,
I will appreciate the good that surrounds me