Lost (upon reading 'The Odyssey')

I am
lost.
Night surrounds my empty
solitary footfalls
in midst of amorphous,
tentacled Los Angeles’
skidrow.

Echoes of nowhere
return to tired ears
from brick front warehouses
and inexorably sad
seemingly uninhabited
buildings, stretching
old, departed,
catatonic,
like battle-fatigued soldiers
back from months of mayhem
and monstrous scenes.

Space fades……
fails to comfort
or to orient my steps,
confused I walk on
in gray mist faster,
frenetic almost,
the four directions a puddle
of melt, of inept concept.
My head spins in search
of one definite marker,
a lone touchstone of hope
or friendship
to point me home.