Haunted

Shadows on the canyon wall.
Whispers in the wind
I hear.
Every step
I've taken wrong.
Still follows close
Still draws in near
Groups of choices
Carved in stone.
Faces fading but not gone.
I feel the weight of who
I was and wonder how
I still
Hold on
I hear my past like boots
Behind me.
Dust that rises where
I've been.
I hear my name
In broken