Bad poetry 1

First of a series of bad (and mostly sad) poems.

I see no appeal in a hard fought fight,

I cant see the luster of a passionate night,

My body works hard to make me live,

But my mind and my soul say I've nothing to give,

I'm so sick of it all,

When all that I do is fall, fall, and fall,

What's the point in playing when there's only one ending,

Oh how for ending I year.