A/N: I haven't written anything in a while, and this - poetry-ish stuff - I really haven't written in a while. But the mind does what the mind wants, and lying sick in my bed (I'm down with the ever so nasty cold) my fever gave birth to this little piece. So I hope you enjoy it. It doesn't say what brother these words are spoken by, but I think it's pretty obvious without dropping any names.
And I Wonder, Raphael
by
Mickis
Genre: Angst/Poetry
Language: English
Rating: T
Summary: The family returns broken one night, and this is one brother's thoughts on it.
With tears burning my eyes and disbelief shaking my breath
I rub my cold palms against each other
Watching the dried blood peel off my skin like old paint
I can still hear Master Splinter outside crying
We're all crying tonight
Because, coming home, we were one brother short
And I wonder, Raphael
Did you know this was going to happen?
Did you at all suspect we'd end up here?
Or did you just not care?
You
should have thought twice
I know I've told you so before
And
were you here now you probably still wouldn't listen
But I wish
you had
It was foolish of you to think you could take on all of
them by yourself
Now, I'm used to cleaning up your mess
But
I've never actually had to clean up your mess
I never
knew a body could hold so much blood
I never knew you could look
so... dead
Now I'll never forget
We're
never recovering from this, you know
We're all broken now
And
I honestly don't think I'll ever smile again
Still, Brother
I
loved you far too much in life to hate you in death
But I'll
never be able to understand it
You
I can't wrap my
brain around the disaster that was you
I can't forgive
And I
wonder, Raphael
Was it worth it?