Trudging Poem by Desay Paz

I was awake one night
Standing outside the house
Looking-up the stars above
And whispering wishes on top

I remember that night
That my hearts almost stop
By the darkness of my sight
As my plan was falling apart

I consider everything as good
Though things comes out worst
Thinking all things were bright
Even though I look rust

Would things seem fine?
When the curve coerce to be straight
When the tears force to be stored
Can this be seemed alright?
Or just a manifestation of lack?