Logan Brosemer's "Stillness" describes a constant, nagging sense of being in the wrong place. The speaker talks to "you" throughout, as if trying to find out whether the reader has ever felt the same unease: a small surge in the chest, a feeling that nothing is quite real, and an urge to run or fight. Even nature, which should bring peace, only soothes the speaker for a while before the feeling returns.
As the poem goes on, the mood darkens. Home becomes painful, sleep offers only brief relief, and waking brings a dread so strong you can "taste it." The speaker begins to wish for time to pass or even to stop existing, which the poem calls "that eternal sleep." The ending is quiet and bleak. The speaker sits, reads, and lets the world move past, and in that stillness feels "nothing." The calm of the title is not peace but numbness, and that makes the poem feel heavy and sad.