Isolation Street (Poetry)

I live on isolation street -
it’s not so far from here -
just round the corner from that crowd
who will not venture near.

They never look, nor even glance -
I watch them from afar -
I have my window on their world
and dream I’m where they are.

No one ever knocks and waits
outside my unsought door -
the number’s lost, there is no sign
or map to reassure

it is for real - this silent street
consigned to Coventry,
my walls still stand despite their bombs -
but no one checks to see.