eye on the goal

I am standing in a room
screaming at the top of my lungs
and there is no sound
we are arguing
but it is silent
all raw emotion and furrowed brows
downcast eyes and tears
canceled out by all the years
each word silenced because it has been said before
obvious signs of disregard
just moving lips
a dance we've done forever
steps memorized
filtered through memories
trips us up with wounding
familiar in the way of knowing
but craziness
to seek peace through growling
you misunderstand me
I misunderstand you
but a common goal is sought
it is called closure
it is agreed
it is an agreed need
the goal :
to move on from here



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