Inside-Out Alliance of Kansas, Inc.
Doug Hamilton# 2000075469
This is Doug. He is currently 31 and has been in prison since he was 18 years old. He will be released next year, and while he is excited at the opportunity to start again, he also struggles with the uncertainty of life after incarceration. He says “ I get out next year, but I don’t know what that looks like. I don’t have anyone left on the street, all my family has died or left me behind or moved on. Can’t say I blame them.” Doug has a lot of love for his brother and speaks fondly of him, and loves writing poetry. More than anything, Doug wants to develop relationships with people that will love him. He says much of his poetry is about his longing to find love and the pain he has experienced in his lifetime. “I’m 31 and have known almost nothing but pain”.
A Mother's Mourn
By Doug Hamilton
Dedicated to Roxann S. and the loved one who went too soon
From dust, clay and ashes we are born.
To ashes, dust and clay we shall return.
From the time we leave our mother's womb,
It is but a short time before we meet the tomb.
Far too short for some.
Until the time Mom can hold your hand again,
She'll keep you safe and sound and always close to her.
But for now MeMa and PaPa will be with you in your path so as you're never
lonely,
They'll keep you safe along your journey until Mom can hold your hand once
more.
Though just for now she keeps you close at heart along side Ma & Pa never
too far apart.
The time in which Mom shall take your hand again is not to far out of hand.
Kept close at heart you'll always be the one to keep her from breaking apart.
Sheltered in time you'll forever be the reason she finds peace of mind.
For neither she nor you are ever left behind, for all time you'll be together
to share in love forever.
Please go and be at peace little man!
Self-Betrayal
by Doug Hamilton
A lot of people say, a man is only as good as his word
Myself included.
My word was once gold maybe diamonds.
I am not self deluded.
To build a bond, to give a word
You wouldn't think there was much
to unearth.
Not a man or machine could take
my word from me, yet still somehow
my word was broken
It did not come from an enemy
It did not come from out of sight
for I myself I did betray.
For I gave my word, I made a promise.
A promise I broke, who would have
thought the breaking of that promise
would hurt me so.
I have no one to be mad at
none other that is than the man in the mirror
For I and I alone did self betray.
But here tonight, I hope one day
there will come a time I will
be able to repay this debt.
If that day does not come, that is on me
It is my burden to bear, it is my cross to carry
For I am the one that self betrayed.
The blood on my back is responsible for,
the blood on my hands, for the
man in the mirror is the one who
stabbed me in the back
Who would have thought that the breaking of
a word could hurt this bad, but now we
know what the consequences are should
anyone else lose sight before you self betray
I pray to you please, read these words.
Hopefully I can save you some pain
on a rainy day.