Piece of Paper

It's a cold raining day
And taking my time
Walking back to that depressing building that
I call work.
With my news paper tucked under my arm
And my shoe tied tight
I cross the unfilled street
But before I place my last foot on the concrete
Some thing whispers my name.

A wrinkled piece of paper
Blows an inch closer
So I pick it up

It has no name
No rewards
Nothing but a quest

I should ignore it
But what's the fun in that?

Reviews

[Daydreamer54]

Nice, i see the peice of paper as a way for her to let out her feelings and then she wil feel more at peace afterwards. Nice write!

[Crusaderscross]

Really loved this. Something I would write actually. The paper for me represents a break in the mundane task of going to work. Do we follow the adventure or the routine. Sadly, to many people choose routine. Loved it.

[Annette Piazza]

Wouldn't change a thing! Great poem. Thank you.

[Taylor H.]

Loved this! I could picture you prompt in my head the whole time! :) You're a fantastic writer! Great job!