Too Deep

My Free verse poem written for the "Invalid Item"  contest.

Confusion reigns!
Trouble, waits around every corner.
Stuck, like dry shit
between a rock and a hard choice.
It all boils down to which path is safest.
Neither is desired but
one must be taken.
There are signs,
none promising anything
other than pain
for you, for me, for them.
Our daughter likes him,
young love, so blind.
He's the proverbial problem child,
with nowhere to go,
parents who don't give a damn.
His excuses mingle
with my frustration.
We didn't know the paths
he'd already tread,
the pain in his life
that left him scared
and hunted him like
a wild animal.
And you, having been
hunted once yourself.
We, ignorantly, invited him in
and with him, his hunters.
Now we are hunted too...

It's too late,
we're in too deep.
There's no way out
but pain.