It felt like talent

The talent has run dried.
There is nothing. Emptiness only.
Where is inspiration?
Was there talent in the first place?

It felt like talent.
I plucked the words out.
And penned them on paper.
My mind saw what was in my heart.

Just a flash in the pan.
For a short time I had it.
I feel lost now. Sad.
For my mind cannot read my heart.

By C.E. Pereira