daze

[milo]

My memories fail me,
they twist and turn and connive
to lessen the impact, of the fact
that they were borne through time
to torment me where I sit.

There's a crazy person in the corner,
cutting out a never ending
stream of paper people days.
Fragile, joined together only by
their wafer thin hands.

Out of the window I can see the life trees
of the other people that live on the hill,
their days seem like golden leaves
that flutter gently down
in a pattern of variety.

The ceiling of my room seems lower
than it did last year.
The crazy person twitches,
stifles a laugh with a cough
and gets my attention for a while.

Like in days earlier,
or maybe it's the first time,
I push my forehead to the pane.
I push the anguish down
into the tightly knit place where it's kept.

I keep going back to the window,
compelled and propelled
to torture myself perverse.
I'm safe and yet I long and yearn
for silhouetted grass.

The walls of my room seem smaller
than they did last year.
The crazy person smiles,
beckoning me for a joyous time
of forgetting for a while.

I thank them.

there is much about this that is quite good - S2 and S3 particularly. The meter is quite natural and good as well. There are some issues with superfluous wording and inefficiency, you should have this moved to mil imo.