Look Out Poem by Alex Night

I rise from the seat.
My steely blue eyes
piercing
into your soft and sensitive brown ones.
You break eye contact
to scribble something down
but by the time you look up again,
I'm half way to the window.
My destination is clear.
How I'm going to get there is clear.
What I'm going to find,
unknown.
Hands
in pockets
fingering the
cold
plastic.
Sharp,
perfectly constructed
designs.
They weave
themselves
under my fingers.
There's so much beautiful life
against this dead room
with wary flaws
and mistakes
that fly towards you
with threatening
daggers.
Children playing
with no worry.
Children that are oblivious.
A man perched on the roof opposite.
He stares at me with an emotionless face
but those eyes
deceive it.
His perfectly toned arm rises with a gun
and a twitching finger to the trigger.
It's a dog eat dog world.
A leaf feels my pain
and falls,
the only certain thing:
death.