The voice is there,

all the time I hear.

A constant cry, sometime soft and sometime loud,

but it never goes away. 

Like an itch that can't be reached it cannot be permanently silenced,

yet I try.

For a fleeting moments relief yet the price is so very high,

then pain and regret returns and it starts a new. 

But what a price I will pay the One who gives me those moments of freedom,

even if it is but an illusion.