Late night poetic ramble

Trigger warning, death, anger, threats?, old English sorta not really is that even a trigger?? Idk

How far doest thou branches stretch 

How many leaves shall fetter my view of the sky

How much longer shall your roots till and devour my soil 

How long will you chock and grapple all life upon my hill

How long will your monstrous aura last

How long will your filth taint my life

How long until you die and wither away

Go begone from me join the others 

Die and root become lessons and nutrition for my grass to grow

For soon I shall barely remember you

And when you are gone I'll remove all marks I can of you

For the only good you are to me now is the succulent nutrition and life your death shall bring 

Wrote this in about 5-10 minutes, did zero reread or spell check or grammar check, I am sure it's so very messy but I am sharing cuz tired and I like seeing other people's messy first thought, process, and drafts so why not share one of mine?