From Here to Where?

I didn't know despair was a destination,

but here I am at the end of the road —
nothing out there but water deeper, farther
than death. That's, of course, going on
the way I've walked, slowly losing all.
Not without options, though – at least one....
And others?

Why do I remember those zealots
talking about hopeless, powerless, not sane?
Frauds, they were, prattling like they'd lived my life,
like they'd known desperation, like they'd grasped air,
like a wretch like me could be decent, honorable.
Act as if, they said. Walk through some phantom arch,
give up and get it all.

Is delight a destination?