Dark cinematic trading-themed featured image for the poem “Where Certainty Goes to Die,” showing a distressed trader sitting in shadow beside collapsing red candlestick charts, trading losses, and handwritten risk management notes illuminated by moody red and blue lighting.

I blew up today

Not an explosion
but more like a slow-burning fuse
with only so much left to give

I burned through thousands
and ate a lesson
I do not want to stomach

But there is emotional upheaval
and bitter regret
printed on the tape
Footprints I cannot escape

The chart watched me
like a mirror
as I shed a single tear
a man holding his own heartbeat
watching certainty
dissolve into the uncertain

And then I looked back

I saw the exact moment
I took the wrong turn
slipped
And became the monster that I am today

I was a broken rule
an oversized position
the tiny fracture
that widened beneath my feet

It felt like an out-of-body experience
as I watched myself
step into traffic

I screamed helplessly
but momentum
had already taken over

And I knew
it was too late

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