Neonixel's "Struggle" is only five short lines, but they describe a familiar kind of battle: a craving that lives in the back of the mind. The poem never says what the voice wants. That's part of what makes it work. It could be a habit, an addiction, a temptation, or any urge that keeps asking to be satisfied.
The speaker's tone is tired and honest. The voice goes quiet only when it gets what it wants, and it stays until it's "completely fed." Describing it as something fed makes it sound almost like an animal or a hungry creature. The last two lines are the sting: even when it leaves, it returns "to plead." That word suggests the voice isn't just demanding but begging, which makes it harder to ignore. The mood is uneasy and cyclical. Every moment of relief is temporary, and the poem ends on the sense that the struggle will start again.