Confession.

Hello there, 567ajt. In the name of the Knights of the Green Room and our Most Sacred and Tireless Quest to ensure that no works go unreviewed in the realm of the Literary Area, here I have come to free your long unreviewed piece from its state of reviewlessness on this fine Review Day. I hope you don’t mind. :3

Should I forget?
Layered in regret?

Ouch. These lines. They feel like a forced rhyme. Which makes no sense because the rest of this stanza doesn't rhyme. Which makes these lines a double ouch.

Fractional disilation.

"Distillation" has two "L"s.

Must I wane these suggestions
For the intention of fait?.

Um... what? I'm not sure what you were trying to say with these lines, as they don't make sense.

The sky is prettiest
When God answers no prayers.

Now, while these lines are nice and interesting and I like them by themselves, I'm wondering how they tie into the rest of the piece. Right now, I'm not seeing a connection, and so I'm left wondering why they're even here at the end of the poem in the first place.

Now, one thing about this piece that I don't understand is why almost every single line ends in punctuation, and why you have so many fragments. The fragments in particular puzzle me as they confuse the piece more than support it, and so I'd recommend weeding out some of them, and stringing others together into more coherent units.

As it stands though, I'm not sure what the focus or main point of this poem is. There's a lot of ideas scattered throughout it, and no focus to them. If you could focus this piece, it would be stronger.