Autumn Acclamation

I feel ill,
Like a fallen leaf,
Ready to crumble,
With a step.

This undeserved guilt,
Never leaves me,
Covering my mouth,
Like seran wrap.

So easliy could I,
Reach up and tear,
It from my face,
But so difficult.

How long until,
I snap,
In half,
With indecision?

How long until I die?