Me, Surrender?

I don't have the strength to 
fight anymore.

The blows keep coming without
rest and I can no longer keep
my hands up to block them.  

Does it ever end?  Why can't
I catch a break?  Only glimpses
of good, but mostly bad.  Happiness
is fleeting, disintegrating into 
sad.  

We all want to be happy but
doesn't seem to be in the cards.  
Thanks for the misery but I've 
had enough inspiration for 
thousands of bards. 

Should I thrown in the towel? 
Wave the white flag?  

Nah...let's see what else happens!