Trading

My eyes are heavy, red with strain,
Bathed in charts that dance like rain.
A world of numbers, cruel and deep,
Steals his days and haunts his sleep.

Candlesticks rise, fortunes fall,
Hope and dread within each call.
A silent war behind the screen,
Chasing shadows in the green.

No donuts here, no Duff to pour,
Just blinking lights and lines that roar.
The thrill is gone, the fire dimmed,
Yet still he clicks, by instinct trimmed.

Once a man of lazy cheer,
Now gripped by loss and latent fear.
But somewhere in that stubborn frown,
The will remains to not back down.

Oh trader lost in digital streams,
May you find rest within your dreams.
Forget the graphs, the crypto screams
 And drift into your sweetest dreams...

So let patience be your guiding light through darkest hours and longest night.🌠

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Beautiful words capturing the trader’s struggle and hope. Patience really is the guiding light through it all.

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