SelfPub: In a world of contrasts

In a world of contrasts
There are no passionate feelings.
Whether it is "sincere" joy
Or love "perfect"...
Are drawn at speeds of days
Merge into straight lines.
And those pictures we're all alone,
In their greyness lies the sadness.
But I'm a black ember of the soul
On the brush with paint viminal,
Inside find a quiet corner,
And in this world no longer look for me...