The light's dent

While asleep, My dad opened the door to check on me. I woke up grumpy because it was so weird to wake up seeing people moving behind the open door, and the light just blasting on my face.

A searing effect

Is the light beyond

Contrasted the dark

That I board and bond.

 

The daunting figure

Walks the stinging shine

Outside it lingers,

Taking its time

 

Presented by the figure

was the rays outside.

The luminescence bites

And I surface to the flickers.

 

I await their leave,

The figure and the glow.

Both are my peeve,

I won’t be exposed.

 

It watched me motionless, unconscious

With unreciprocated sentiments

Its actions left unnoticed.

Still I feel its prominence.

Author's Note

Constructive criticism is accepted (and needed for this beginner and 1st timer). Don't hesitate to tell me which lines are awkward. And forgive me for wrong grammars ( I have intentional ones) English isn't my native language, you can point them out too.

Reviews

[Swagato Saha]

I wonder to what extent your subliminal state may have inspired this work. For it is doubtless enigmatic and resists being tied down to our conscious vocabulary, so to say. "Waking Up" is a bit of a theme in Kafka's works. I don't know if I should call "The light's dent" Kafka-esque, but it is captivating all the same.

I like how you write, and I hope I get to read more. Keep going!

[Michaella R.]

Thank you for your thoughtful comments. Although originally, this piece was because of waking up to chaos and light on my rooms open door, but it does tie to my resist to change.