The Traveler

[QDeathstar]

A nimble breeze o’er rugged seas
Blows fore and back from wave to shore
And finds her way to lick his nose
With whiffs of purer lands afar poems still need punctuation, loose the ALL CAPS start at each line

A tiny flame grows ‘neath his chest
Its embers stoked with every breath
His belly aches with fire alight
An ocean's whisper tells his death this line reads really awkward.. the ocean tells, not the oceans whisper..... also, I think the tense is confused here.

With splintered oar and torpid row
Through murky blend of day and eve
The traveler consents to fate this line cuts sharp... it feels like something is missing, like the line ended too soon...
And musters up a final heave