One Normal Person In Chaos

Rounds of rockets shattered the peace, Bullets ricocheted from out of nowhere, And nothing made sense in this alien world, Where chaos was friends with the air, He was hit, fell and dragged, minus his feet, Through turmoil and trouble and strife, And rushed to a medic, working with bustle, Working to save his small life, But even the medic healed in an extreme of disorder, As his legs became a calm numb, That’s when he met the parson, the one rational man, Who was his father, his brother, his mum. The pastor was the only reality he had, The pastor walked him through the unknown, When nothing was normal, the pastor held onto his hand, To take his mind back to his home.