Inkless Prayer Poem by Enchanting Owl

The dusk of mishap and clouds of blue are caverning me.
Eyeing the movements of the constellation and staring tearfully at the chimney.
Tears cascade like a deep blue ocean; my emotion is flowing whimsically.
I'm buried six feet underground; I can't believe I'm alive, questionably.

Voiceless shouts echo and there is so much to deplete.
Open my heart with a sharp scalpel; I need an adamantine heart of composite.
Uncertainty and mistrust are living rent-free inside without a deposit.
I am walking and running like the fallen, and my life is so incomplete.

Driving to 26th Avenue, arrived at the house with no floors.
Stained glass windows to my astray memories; keyless doors to my ubiquitous lore.
The old picture of us greeted me; I learned the reason for this loneliness.
As much as I wished I was having amnesia—to forget your warm presence.

At the front door, awareness is the actual main.
This hollow resonated to my demise; it took my bliss and injected the pain.
Admission is like taking medicine; waited too long and grabbed my inkless pen.
Missed listening to your funny stories, and I wrote, 'Can I see you again?