Mindful Vacancy

My head has been emptied 

like a pitcher that was supposed to be filled with water 

and suddenly fought to pour out tar. 

Sickly black now smearing my face,

save the bloodied red framing my tired eyes. 

It's not painful, 

just... blank. Disappointing. 

I hold myself to the standard 

of whole and pure and strong, 

but I am empty. Soiled. Fading. 

I reach out to grab my spirit 

and am pulled easily to the depths.