Well, I realized that my first attempt at a triolet didn't follow the form quite right. So I gave it another go.
I have a story never to be told;
it always ends up lost in the translation;
coherence falls away as I grow old.
I have a story. Never to be told
in this life, a life that's getting cold.
But fueled by the authorial obligation
I have. A story never to be told -
it always ends up lost in the translation.