Heart Is Forever Empty Poem by Reshad Scott

The heart is forever as empty
As of it of its passengers,
The continuous rane of doubt
It conflicts on itself in order to keep pushing onward,
Knowing that it has the ability to stop whenever
It chooses not to because...
Its purpose is to serve those; Just as those of a beating heart.
Stopping the flow will end one's session
Leaving them immobile to the life in which they thought they were living,
Without the heart, The body is forever as empty
And when something tries to fill it
There is no such place to fill,
If you remember the heart, You'll remember the body
The place where the emptiness departs