Quickly, I Move

Quickly I move, 
Down the valley I go. 
And then…I lose control, 
And down the valley I roll. 

My bicycle follows suit,
Its parts dismantle one by one.
Blood oozes out of my knees,
Excruciating pain all over my body.

Hurry, hurry, has no blessings,
Sadly, I had lost it all.
And now what, I lay in a bed,
All I can smell is medicine.

My bicycle, my only asset gone,
And all I have is a fear of cycling again.