Swimming in green

To be stuck like one, marveled by another
Left by the wayside or so the feeling is
Though an illusion all itself,
As if there were nothing more to come from light or life
When also stands or of the lithe, is something livid

Perhaps living as a better term is what one seeks
It has no way out and is furious, desperately sought out
After it finds silence, nothing in living color
Only the color of the green
Which inhabits the mind and soul
As a plauge it bites in, binds, and holds

Takes no prisoners, but instead makes one the cage
The feelings freely permeating until they become grounds
Breeding all the unnecessary or desired wants
A barren, imperfect shade or shell that has no answer
Green as the sea for some would say.

Or perhaps a shade of envy that lives in the same color tone
Without a way it too is shaped by green
The three are a trium all together and do not belong
Imprisoning the heart, the spirit, and the true self
Entrapping, suffocating, and relentless

At this time it seizes thee and leaves one swimming in green.