Damnation Peak

I didn’t want Sandra to hike alone
up Damnation Peak.

Just the name Damnation Peak
worried me.

But Sandra was stubborn and
I was in a wheelchair

So I couldn’t go with her to
protect her if needed.

I had an awful feeling she
would die on that peak.

I warned her and warned her,
but she didn’t listen.

Sandra was stubborn and
I was in a wheelchair.

In the middle of winter Sandra
decided to scale that peak.

I worried a snow storm could trap
and kill her on that peak.

Sandra went to Damnation peak
anyway, deaf to my pleadings.

Halfway up Damnation peak
an avalanche roared

and that was the last sound Sandra heard
before that avalanche claimed her life.

I didn’t take the news of Sandra’s death well.
I went crazy for a while.

Between wailing and trying to talk to dead Sandra,
I kept cursing and cursing Damnation Peak.

As I’m cursing it now.

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

Quomodo cogis comas tuas sic videri? 79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA. Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional. I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more. View all posts by BobBoyd