Trapped? Comments

I was seeing someone who was lost but by the end of the poem I felt a deppression, just another kind of lost. You were deciding as to westher you stay or go. interesting once again

Stay not still Lidsey.Follow my footprints in the snow.They will lead you to a cabin in a forest clearing.Inside there will be a roaring log fire and comfort from the cold... Excepional writing.I loved this one. Sid xxx

Standing on the edge of nowhere, now where do I go? that is really cool line. very good for your reader. I love this it is written so well. yes... such a good job. Crystal

Yet another good one... You have got a new fan.