Her soul’s like a broken thermometer,
Heat it absorbs, temperature it reflects not.
The glassy crust is hardened,
Resistant to inevitable blows.
The inner core’s mercury,
Liquid and volatile to sentimental pain.
The desperate attempts to present accurate results
Are barricaded by alien mercury that
At room temperature have solidified.
The glass battles the mercury,
The mercury fights the glass.
Both controlled by an indecisive, confused mind.
Like an invisible prism, whose coloured rays are scattered not,
She’s indifferent to feelings all.
Suddenly the scale becomes too blurred.
Her efforts in vain,
His vision diminishing,
A digital thermometer finds itself
Replacing the broken one.
Kee Reflections 