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.