Blind Mirror Poem by Cecelia Weir

Blind Mirror

Rating: 5.0


Are they so blind
They can't see
What's already dead?
Or are they blinded
By the living things
they can?

Are they blind
By the things
They have?
Or are they blinded
By the things
They don't?

Are they blind
From the things
They have done?
Or are they blinded
By the things
They didn't.

Are they blind
From the fear
Of their past?
Or are they blind
From the fear
Of their future?

Blind Mirror
Sees the depth
Of every reflection.
Oh, but the mirror
You can't
see through.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ernestine Northover 05 December 2006

Very thought provoking piece Cecelia. Makes on think, which is good for the brain. Well thought out and constructed. Loved it. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

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