What he knew of you

What he knew of you
was behind a thick canvas,
only being able to see
a small amount.

Or else a coat of paint
that covered up the rust
that had started
to become visible.

A burning ember
in a forest
smoldering, waiting
to engulf the mountainside.

You were a river flood
quickly without warning
causing devastation to those
in your path.

Seemingly unknowing to the
pain you have caused,
most cruel,in great despair
a young boy cries.