This was written in 2006. I had studied different structures adopted by poets and was particularly impressed by one where the form and rhythm reflect the mood of the poem. This was such an experiment.

The mind is never still.
Like a swarm of bees running amok
Always something to prick
And prod
Never a moment’s rest.
It worries about the past
Thoughts and intentions
And actions
There is always a Why? and
What if?
It fears the future
Lets its fears determine
Its present.
It’s always frantic
Like a mother searching for a lost child
Racing from one thought to the next
Grappling with the ever-elusive answers.
What can I do?
What should I do?
What do I want to do?
It’s full of anxieties when it’s awake
And desires
When it rests.
Peace, an illusion.
The mind is never still.