Insomnia vs. Sleep

 Sick of the restless nights and rising mornings. 
Iva, you have betrayed. 
For my longest nights are spent dwelling on Sage, the beautiful and deadly. 
Sage, have I never worshiped you enough? 
I perform enough on the daily, where are you at night? 
I do not see you. 
When the wind blows, your name is a mere whisper in its great roar. 
Iva, have I never wished you away?
I perform enough on the daily, why are you here at night? 
I always see you. 
When the owl plays his song on the highest tree branch, I can hear your name being called out through the night.