Vulnerable Ones Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waking to positive attitudes that music brings to mind,
fulfilling interior spirits, looking around, nothing
changing, people still thinking of themselves.

Seeing what they can get from others, always choosing
those who are lonely, desperate and forlorn, knowing
they are the vulnerable ones.

Wanting someone to care, unfortunately, it never happens,
because some people will always take, draining everything
from them.

Every feeling and emotion somehow taken, leaving them
empty and bereft throughout life, being filled only
with the loneliness of abandonment.