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My Poem, What Happened??

I know it doesnt Rhyme. So don't use that as an excuse for it sucking if you think it sucks. If you think it sucks pick a different excuse. If you Like it However, Please Star it. It would mean a lot to me and thx for enjoying it. Will you all Please Rate???

What happened to innocence? Why did we let it slip away?
What happened to true love? Remember when we could?
What happened to truth? Why do we live in lies?
What happened to peace? Must it have died?

Questions, that is all I have. Too many questions.
None with an answer.

What happened to time? Did we let it slip by?
What happened to imagination? Who took it away?
What Happened to intelligence? Is that to much to ask?
What happened to Mother Earth? Did we just never care?

Questions that is all I have. Too many questions.
No damn answers.

What happened to our identity? Is it not what makes us people?
What happened to our Personality? Are we just puppets?
What Happened to...? Wait I'm done with this.

5 months ago
I'm Taking all mine back!!

This concludes my poem. Please Tell me what you think and Why???

5 months ago
I was at work the day I wrote this. So by the end of it I had run out of questions. Plus I think all things should have a definitive end. I don't consider myself to be a good poet. More of an Amateur, with Potential at most.

I like the flow of thought you have. It's a very thought-provoking poem. My only criticism, for I too write poetry of all kinds (except regarding love---I stink at those): I wouldn't have ended my poem with "Wait I'm done with this". Also, I would expand the thoughts a little more because it will give the reader a little mental insight into the writer of the poem (for example:"What happens to our idenity? One day, we enter this world after being an embryo and a fetus. Some of us are lucky to have a name--if only a nickname--before we enter. We enter with a loud cry and are recognized for that cry, we are recognized for that hair on our head, and the color of our eyes. Expand your poem, carrying the reader through the years, for example, with this. Perhaps ending with something such as: As life begins it's last turn around the bend, we have hair that has become noticeably a different hue, we have eyes that have seen the world and the orbs are faint and failing. ( See what I mean)?