Are they so blind <br />They can't see <br />What's already dead? <br />Or are they blinded <br />By the living things <br />they can? <br /> <br />Are they blind <br />By the things <br />They have? <br />Or are they blinded <br />By the things <br />They don't? <br /> <br />Are they blind <br />From the things <br />They have done? <br />Or are they blinded <br />By the things <br />They didn't. <br /> <br />Are they blind <br />From the fear <br />Of their past? <br />Or are they blind <br />From the fear <br />Of their future? <br /> <br />Blind Mirror <br />Sees the depth <br />Of every reflection. <br />Oh, but the mirror <br />You can't <br />see through.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blind-mirror/
