Burried

what do you do when

the core rots out

from within

and you struggle

to spit out enough seeds

to keep the fruit ripening

for the plucking

but you lack

the emotional stamina

to keep it hanging out



been savored a time or two

but miss the constant bite

lip licking hungry, here

but there seems to be nothing

that offers

the healthy kind

of nourishment

and you get used

to the famine eroding

you-



have to strain

to even remember

what you were like

before the stem gave way

and you hit the ground

becoming further hidden

by the grassblades

wondering who will find

your treasure there...