Procrastination Poem by Unfortunate Fellow

Procrastination.
It raised me as if I were kin
It loved me more than anything.
it stuck to my soul
then one with my soul.
I tried to fight it but I already knew that war had been won
and I was far from being the victor.
I want to do many things,
things that I enjoy
But procrastination as got me in its grip with was chance of me getting away.
I pray I can escape one day,
be what I desire to be.
But for now, I guess this is me.