It's Not The Thoughts That Worry Me

I'm up and ready
 for the fire alarms person
The sun is shining
My windows are open
Fresh crisp air
Is leaking in
Along with occasional birdsong
The view from my chair
Through a window
Is of the castle ruins
It's magical
As it  sits
Camoflouged by the early sea mist
Where conquerers once stood....
As ghosts of the distant past
Wander within the deathly echoes
Of history
There is peace
Apart from the fire alarms
Currently being checked for their reliability!
Mine,  as it turns out
Are defunct!
Sounds similar to fucked!
Same meaning
Different words!

by Jemia