A quiet appeal, whispering, waking,
Attempting to relieve the self-inflicted aching,
Heavy with sleeplessness, I reject any reckoning,
Of my conscience, beckoning, beckoning, beckoning.
But the attempts of the devil to leave me immobilized
The nearest parking spot. It always looked so appealing, so tempting. But then again, it also always was clearly marked with the “Handicapped Only” sign, along with all of the nearby alluring spots. Not that I ever put much thought into that. It j…