DEPRESSION VIEW.

[sawgr]

At the window
Five stories depression view
A woman watched, mingle in freedom
Sipping evening tea, in ill wisdom
-Where is outside?

The view is small
Entirety sealed off by walls.
On the screen, patches of debts
And life flavored by smiles
In owl’s cry

One day women sung behind someone’s son,
Their men carried the banner.
Another day women matched,
Their hands held the banner
That day men watched.
Children confined in uniforms

It’s a small view- she said,
But the sequence of this queue, I know.
Normalcy put off, malice break like a wave
Smashing the walls beneath
Calm deep sea, an epicenter beneath.
Calm waters, and a wave rode all along.
It’s a small view
A reflection of a psychiatric room.

Great poem! The third stanza feels out of place. I imagine it is to show a deeper and more full reflection of the past.. but I could be wrong! I think the rest of the poem flows very well, but I don't quite see how the third stanza is supposed to flow or the purpose of it.