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
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 reclusive, solo, ever seeking knowledge life. Most of my poems are fictional -- some are not, like poems about women persecuted as witches and burned or hung to death (Something that disturbs me deeply even though it happened centuries ago).
I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Bigfoot, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Past Love, 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. I like the saying life's too short to be taken too seriously.
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