The End of The World

[Todd]

Hi Savannah, 

I'll try to help. Use what you like, ignore the rest. I'm going to get a little more picky than I normally would in basic.

Sunlight drips over roads--I like the idea sunlight drips. This is a good opening image. I am having trouble with over. The proposition seems wrong maybe "onto"
lined with skeletons of trees--To go with the evocative title and pull people in I would restructure this line: new first line: Sunlight drips [over] roads lined with skeletons
Move "of trees" to the start of the new second line. That provides a bit of a surprise and works off the title better.
bearing damage in their tresses.--bearing damage is too vague. Think of something to set the imagery firmly in our minds. Since you are using tresses and that makes us think of womens' hair, perhaps so savagery implied to women in the way you display the image of the trees, or since its the end of the world play with it to show infertility (children of men, handmaid's tale, etc). Subtle choices please but make the image work for you. Right now its flat.

The air is laden with requiem and apathy.--This a vague abstract line. Have something concrete be in the air, that implies the characteristics without laying them out directly.
We walk in somber silence--This is okay though there may be a more economic way to state this.
watching a charcoal sky crawl down--watching isn't a great word. The poet is the observer but the action shouldn't be flat. Under a charcoal sky would even be a better choice.  In what way does the sky crawl down? Is this a cloud front? A trick of the horizon?
until it kisses a drying earth,--You could possibly personify this SLIGHTLY like I'm suggesting with the trees above to imply another aspect of cataclysm. Even if this is simply an emotional metaphor for an event it would still work.
defeat tucked in its crevasses.

I remember sonnets written for the sky
centuries ago--These two lines could possibly be your new conclusion. If you go that way a slight restructure: I still remember/sonnets written for the sky/centuries ago as a 3 line final strophe.
calling her a limpid pool of blue.
Azure, cerulean.
Some words will fade into the ebony smog, forgotten.--You're doing a lot of visual try blending other senses like taste perhaps. Some words taste acrid in this ebony smog...

If only people had realized sooner--The preaching line will always come across too self-conscious. Cut it.
time was barmecidal--Better to move present tense Time is barmecidal
and the shadows of their mistakes,--Better to go more universal substitute their for our maybe. I would move perennial up to end this line. It's not strong enough to hold the line on its own especially at the end of the poem.
perennial.

I do realize this is a lot for basic. I do like this. I hope the comments help.

Best,

Todd