The Best Poem I've written so far in my short career

The man looked at the rope with a strong, stubborn distaste
He said "I can do this on my own in a greater haste"
So he began climbing the mountain alone with his flawed logic
He climbed on his own until he grew tired, lost, and sick
So he swallowed his pride and looked for the rope, but it wasn't in sight
So now he's stuck on the mountain, tortured with knowing he wasn't right