The vail

The darkness clouding my eyes was so think even I could not break through.

The vail had fallen, black and unbearable.

I hated every thing, and through that vail it looked like every thing hated me too.

When that person came along I hated him too, but he was persistent and annoying.

I remember the day the vail came off and I saw him for the first time, really SAW him.

You can't give up if the vail falls over you, because some day you'll get someone like him.

THE END

All of the poems I post on here are not from experience I just think of them.