A Musing on Sadness

Silently, whilst I wept
And through the shadows that I crept
I found I fell passed your embrace
Through which I've seldom slept

I washed the tears from off my face
And felt the subtle touch of grace
But it's too late for my sunrise
To lead me from this place

And so the world I shan't surprise
Nor slip from under my disguise
But all the secrets I have kept
Shall quicken my demise