Incapable

I found a hole dug in deep,

So I filled it up with trash and litter.

I covered its mouth with stones and rocks,

I warned the passersby not to fall.

I stopped the rain from pouring in,

I stopped the puddles from forming.

I filled it up, I filled it full,

So nothing can spread its roots,

and nothing can grow.

I stood by it, I watched over,

As rain fell, struggled and died around it

I closed its mouth and closed it tight,

I filled it up, I filled it well.

Yet somehow, the breeze was muddy,

Yet somehow, the ground still wet,

Even though I filled it up,

The hole, still deep,

The hole still open,

breathes hollow ... in my chest.