Once climbed past twenty peaks, in a blink, clung to the edge,

The downtrend slipped as smooth as oil, plunging straight down without a glance back.
First broke eighteen with no support, then slid through ten like flowing water,
Eight, five rushed by in a blur, the three-dollar mark lost in an instant.
While the majors turned red, it alone stayed green, stubbornly bullish against the tide,
Two, one—accelerated fall, account shrinking, tears hard to hold.
Consensus hyped to the heavens, promises were just empty talk,
The candlestick chart plunged into a bottomless pit, not even a shadow of a rebound.
Years of faith turned to pain, holdings lost until hair turned white,
Support levels all collapsed, dreams shattered piece by piece.
Disappointment mounted, finally time to leave, full of sorrow at this exit,
Reluctantly waving goodbye, only blaming the market's chilly autumn.
Helplessly picking up the pen to express my grief, not to doom but simply to pause,
From now on, I’ll ask nothing more of this world, just wishing for less worry in the days to come.