Victim's lamentation By james a. galgano Each terrors prospect hangs like low hanging fruit from diseased tree Where life is wrought plucking each hope from hopeful eyes unable to see What lingers down every alleyway while walking to destination unknown? While one forever seeks redemption like getting blood from gallstone Embedded within us all unable to escape every falling domino beyond reach. Yet with its impending doom offered like sermon from mount we beseech Such foolish memory's never-ending wish caught between inescapable ravine Struggling for dear some sweet survival sought though rarely ever seen. While dining aimlessly in café or enjoying concert without ever a care Life befalls upon us like meteor descending upon us from thoughtless thin air.