Once soared past twenty-something highs, in a flash, clung to the edge with a buck,

The downtrend glided on slick as oil, plunged straight down without a look back.
First broke eighteen with no support, then slipped past ten like flowing water,
Eight, five, rushed quickly by, the three-dollar mark lost in a blink.

While the majors turned red, this one stayed green, a rebellious bull holding strong,
Two, one, the fall sped up, account shrinking, tears too hard to hold.
Consensus hyped sky-high, but promises proved empty in the end,
K-line plunged into a bottomless pit, not even a shadow of a rebound to see.

Years of conviction turned to pain, holdings lost till hair turned white,
All support levels fallen, dreams shattered piece by piece.
Disappointment piled up, finally time to go, leaving with a heavy heart,
Reluctant to say goodbye, but the market’s chill is just too much.

Helplessly I pen these woes, not to spread FUD, but just to rest,
From now on, I’ll no longer ask about the market, just wishing for a little less worry in the days ahead.