Triolet - 2nd draft

The poet's pen is a soul laid bare
Weeping tears on an empty page
Words of grief angst mixed with despair
The poet's pen is a soul laid bare
Forsaken love his to declare
From a metaphorical stage
As loss and grief feeds his rage
The poet's pen is a soul laid bare
Weeping tears on an empty page.


I'm still not happy with the 6th line - nor the 5th. I can see I've got plenty of work still ahead with this one.