On the Scales of Life, Does Good Outweigh the Bad?
In sterile white, beneath the hum of light, He lies entwined, a shell of fading might. Each labored breath, a question on his lips, Of deeds well done, or sins on soul's eclipse. He searches deep, through memories' dusty halls, For moments bright, where kindness held its calls. A helping hand, a smile that warmed the day, A child's delight, a debt he chose to pay. But shadows creep, insidious and bold, Whispering wrongs, tales left untold. Harsh words that stung, a trust he did betray, The path not taken, lost along the way. The scales he builds, they tremble, precariously placed, Good deeds in one, by darker counterfaced. His heart, a battlefield, where angels war with fiends, Heaven's promise fading, as the torment ascends. "Will forgiveness find me, in this fading hour?" He cries, a silent plea, devoid of power. Will pearly gates unfold, or flames engulf his fate? An answer sought, yet sealed by cruel...