The ink of sorrow...

What do I write,
With the ink of sorrow?,
The pain of the past,
Or the fears of tomorrow?

The ink of sorrow,
Made with the tears that fall,
It has no colour,
Can't be seen by all....

But the ink of sorrow,
it carries many a tale,
Of woe and dispair,
And of the times when words fail....

The ink of sorrow, it's precious,
You need to pay a huge price,
No begging, borrowing or stealing can fetch you,
It demands sacrifice!

Lest someday my tears run dry,
The ink of sorrow, Where do I store?,
For sometimes you simply fail to cry,
Where do I go then, for the want of more??!!