I prefer this poem a lot more in comparison to the first one I commented.

"You'll find me under that apple tree
Clawing at the dirt with bare hands
Through the the hard rocks and clay
You'll find me there all alone"

^^ I felt in this stanza a strong image is conveyed. I can vividely picture this scared person trying to find some kind of solace beneath that apple tree.

"The red apples turned brown with rot
Leaves blown away with the whispering wind
Dry dirt you'll find malnurished roots
Blood splattered from my raw fingers"

^^ I particularly enjoyed the first two lines here. The rot from the red apples seemed to flow nicely into you talking about the leaves that are getting blown away. For some reason I got this image of whithered leaves in autumn and this helped me to put the brown rotten apple and the [brown] whithered leaves together to cfreate a nice image.

Overall, nicely done. :)